The Second Life Of Mirielle West Novels & Stories

While Christian was temporarily lost in thought, Camille suddenly stopped before she could turn the knob. She turned and looked back at him with a withering gaze, those steely olive-green eyes that were the one unchanging feature of her over the years. For a brief moment, he could see the appearance of her younger self, so brave and defiant, yet calm and elegant at the same time. With those green eyes that had lit up with a cold fire when she told him, all those years ago, that he was an asshole, which was the first time anyone had ever dared to call him that.

"I was blind before! I couldn't see the scheme those two snakes were running. Tyler, I've thought about it for the past five years, and I've learned so much! People shouldn't trample on others' sincerity. I've made up my mind—I will be completely devoted to you. Tyler, forgive me for the mistakes I made unknowingly! Please give us another chance. I know now that everything you did was to make me realize the truth. I'm wide awake now. I really know I was wrong, and from now on, I'll love you with all my heart!" Passersby stopped and began recording her disgrace, posting the video online. [Has she gone mad? Why would she think she deserves to ask for his forgiveness?!] [Holy hell! Isn't that t

Seeing her eyes sparkle at the very mention of studying art in Paris, I was reminded of my past self. In my past life, when I was preparing to apply myself, my eyes were filled with the same hopes and aspirations. She really was similar to me. "Are you mute?" Horace stared at me in dissatisfaction. "I gave you those materials, so do you think hiding them is going to be…" Without any hesitation, I turned around and took all the materials I had from my drawer, handing them over. Probably since he expected me to resist and for there to be a confrontation, Horace froze for a moment when he saw me give away the materials without any word of complaint.

He had no right to make me feel anything. I returned home to find Mira asleep on the couch with her teddy bear. I carried her to bed gently and sat beside her, brushing her forehead. “I am staying,” I whispered. “I will not run. Not this time.” Because staying meant watching them crumble. Staying meant seeing the truth unfold. Staying meant getting justice for the girl who died and came back as someone else. The one who was living her second life. Revenge was not a quick thing. It needed patience. And having Aiden near made everything easier. He would not break me again.

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

“After what you did to my daughter, there will never be peace between werewolves and vampires.” A fight broke between the two groups. It turned into an everlasting war ever since. In such a small time, there were already more than a dozen wars. Mira walked from one mirror into another. Most of the time, she landed in the wars. Other times, she landed in the dungeon where Mirabelle was kept. While the war was raging on, Mirabelle’s tummy was getting bigger and bigger. Her baby was growing into her and soon she would be giving birth. Mira sat in the cell, looking at her mother as she murmured a lullaby while looking to the sky through the small window. Her hand was caressing her belly softly.

She wanted to watch him, see every expression while sfe tells him about the story her life,a life he might not be able to relate or even believe. But either way, she knew she had to do it. After postponing things for so long, this happened to be the perfect time she had been waiting for. " I came back to life. You can say that I was given a second chance to do things the right way. In my past life, I died after getting betrayed by my family and ofcourse by my then fiancee, Caleb." Mira explained,her words coated with venom as she talked about the cause of her death in her previous life.

then I watched her face change the moment the surname registered, her eyes sharpened, and she leaned forward and rested her elbow on her knee, “Westwood? Adrian Westwood?” “Yes.” “How?” she said it simply and directly, her eyes fixed on me, “How did Mira, our Mira, end up with Adrian Westwood? She left here and went straight to him? How does that even happen?” I reached over and pulled up the news article on my phone and held it out to her. She took it and stared at the screen for a long moment, the picture of Mira in a wedding dress beside Adrian. “How,” Julie said again, quieter this time, more to herself than to me.

“Do you think you should go and see Mirielle?” “Mirielle?” I echoed. He nodded. “She’s the pack’s oracle and none of her divinations have ever been wrong. Do you remember when she told you that a woman whom you will bring into this pack will be either your destiny or your doom?” Of course. I remember it all clearly. I’d gone to meet Mirielle after the murder of my first mate. I’d been so devastated when I found her blood all over and her body missing. I almost went crazy then because I couldn’t even find a body to say goodbye to so I’d gone to ask her to draw her chalks, sea salts, or whatever it is that she uses to see the future and tell me what happened to my mate and the person who was r

Adrian said. > “They are real,” Mira whispered. “Pieces of us that never stopped existing.” One of the figures stepped forward—a woman identical to Mira, except her eyes glowed pure silver. > “You carried me long enough,” the double said. “It’s time I carried you.” Mira’s breath caught. “Who—” > “The one you replaced. The first heart of this world.” The mirror-self extended her hand. > “Let’s end the loop, Mira. Let’s let love die so life can begin.”